Grantchester - a tribute to Dad

It's two years to the day that my father passed away and, to keep up with tradition, we visited one of his favourite spots, the Mill at Grantchester, this mornng. Jane read the famous Rupert Brooke poem, The Old Vicarage at Grantchester, sitting looking out over the pond, bathed in sunshine, where we had scattered his ashes. Very personal and a wonderful memory of a wonderful man.